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Sun in the Sepulcher

by Gianfranco Palmery

Italian

Poems from the book Medusa by Gianfranco Palmery

Translation by Barbara Carle

SUN IN THE SEPULCHER

Poetry is for death—music
resonating enchanted within unadorned
subterranean chambers or still laden
with relics—light and dust—for a cortège
of faded figures, which flutes and cymbals
animate, Medusan in the darkness:

it's sun in the sepulcher, with its pale
rays of stone, diurnal moon, brilliance
that rings night to night in an eternal
sleepless night—Oh clear, eternal
night of deepest sleep! And that sole
sound ascending serpentine resplendent

from the obscure necropolis of the mind

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